The room chilled as the sounds of your voice mixed with his. Heavy breathing and pants echoed in the room as Zayne let you go and laid next to you on the bed.

“You did so well…” Zayne cooed at you as he swept a stray hair back into his place behind your ear “We should bathe, let me carry you. I can see that your legs are practically jelly now” He hummed and kissed your lashes before standing up and scooping you effortlessly into his arms.

As he carried you to the bathroom, his heart swelled with pride as he looked at your softly marked body. Scattered bites and marks lingered on your perfect body. Aftercare was one of Zayne’s specialities in your relationship. He was a doctor after all.